Beneath a Hot Tequila Sun (15 page)

“Yes, Seth, yes.” Kayla urged him on, digging her fingernails into his upper arms. With her hair spread over the pillow, she looked incredible—wantonly sexy, her skin white against his tan, her body soft where his was hard. They were a perfect match, moving in unison, seeking and giving pleasure.

Jake should be here, Seth thought in the second before rational thought abandoned him. Kayla’s orgasm was close. He felt her increased excitement in her movements, heard it in her breathing. He too felt the pressure building, but no way would he allow himself to come before her and deny her pleasure. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he gave one final, relentless push, grinding the base of his cock into her clit, hurtling her headlong over the edge into a screaming, biting, scratching wriggle of humanity that no man could hope to resist.

Seth stilled as her inner walls clamped down in orgasm, squeezing him like a fist, pulling him into the abyss with her. He cried out, a roar of possession as he shot deep inside her.

Afterward they separated, lying flat on their backs, each one trying to draw breath.

“That was brilliant,” Seth said honestly.

“Yeah.” Kayla rolled toward him and rested her head on his chest as though gauging his heart rate. Fast, he could have told her. Out of control.

“Were you thinking about Jake?” she asked.

He squinted suspiciously at the top of her head. “Were you?”

“Yes.”

He relaxed. “It really does turn you on, doesn’t it? Thinking about us?”

She nodded.

“How much?”

“A lot,” she admitted, drawing a lazy fingernail down his breastbone to his navel. “I’ve thought a lot about what we all did together, but after you told me about you two… Well, I couldn’t get it out of my head.”

Seth tipped her chin up so he could see her face. Her cheeks were flushed, and he liked the glint in her eye. “What do you do when you think about it?”

“What do you mean?”

“When I think about you or Jake, when I’m alone, I usually end up jerking off. What do you do?”

“Oh. Yes, I do touch myself.” Her flush had spread down her chest now, giving her breasts a rosy glow.

“With your fingers?”

For a second he thought she wasn’t going to answer. Then she scooted across the bed and opened a bedside drawer, showing him a dildo, the size of which he had never seen before. She lifted it out and waved it like a flag. “With this.”

The thing was so translucent it could have been made of glass, but it flopped slightly in her hand, suggesting some kind of gel. Seth stared. “No wonder you were so sure you could take me. You’ve been practicing.”

“Sometimes I go to sleep sucking it like a lollipop. But usually I keep it for special occasions. I can hold it inside me just by squeezing my muscles. I bet I could make you come just by using those exact same muscles.”

“I know you can,” he said sincerely. “Show me what you do with it when you think about Jake.”

She wriggled back to her own side of the bed. “I’ll show you. But only if you tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“What you two actually do. Blow by blow, as it were.”

“Will that turn you on?”

“Will it turn
you
on to see this slide into my pussy?”

They both watched his cock slap against his belly. “I think that’s a yes. Okay, let me think. Before my last tour, we were at a stag party on a friend’s boat. There was drinking and strippers. The strippers were up for making some extra cash, but neither Jake nor I were interested, so we retired to our cabin. But we’d had a few drinks and the show left us randy.”

Slowly she licked the dildo, and Seth’s mouth went dry as he followed the action, making it hard to continue.

Kayla winked. “Got to get it good and wet. So, how randy?”

“About as randy as I am now. Tell you what. I’m going to move down the bed so I don’t miss a thing when you fuck yourself with that monster.”

He propped himself against the foot of the bed, watching Kayla trail the giant dildo between her breasts, down her belly before blatantly spreading her legs. Colorless, it was like watching water stream down her skin. And when she used the thick knob to separate her pussy lips, nothing was hidden to him. She didn’t try to put it inside, just slid it back and forth, coating it in her juices. Seth stayed silent, completely rapt.

“Why don’t you touch yourself too,” she suggested.

“What?” He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the show.

“I mean, why don’t we both masturbate while you tell me about you and Jake. Sound hot?”

“About as hot as it gets.” He nodded vigorously but hesitated to actually grab hold of his dick. Jake watching him jerk off was one thing, but he’d never done it in front of anyone else.

“Well?” Kayla’s pussy glistened pink, her crinkled folds opening like a flower bud. The entrance to her vagina was a darker shadow, no way big enough for a man, never mind that dildo. Yet Seth knew she took him every time. She teased her lips apart again but didn’t put the dildo inside. Seth’s jaw hung open as he silently willed her to do so. “Seth? It’s not going in until you talk.”

That did it. Still staring, he grabbed his cock, familiar and hard. But there was something wrong. “I think I usually close my eyes when I do this,” he admitted.

“Not today. What’s the point of me doing this”—she used her free hand to spread her lips wider so she could push the fat tip of the dildo inside—“if you’re not watching?”

Seth swore, gripping his cock so tight he put himself in danger of cutting off the circulation. He stared at the spot where the dildo disappeared. Except, already almost invisible, it didn’t disappear. It opened her up so she looked as if she was being fucked by an invisible cock. An awesome sight.

“Your eyes stay open, okay?”

He nodded eagerly, reluctant to miss a second of the show.

“Now talk,” she said.

Talk? Right. Yes. Talk. Seth struggled to engage his brain. “We were in our cabin. Jake started to suck me off—”

“Clothes on or off?”

“Off. We were both naked and he—”

“Did you undress each other? Or did you do it yourselves?”

What?
He bit back his frustration while forcing himself to remember. “A bit of both. We were randy, remember? Two randy men don’t have a lot of finesse. I know I took my shirt off because I lost some buttons. Jake got down on his knees, tugging at my trousers. I half fell on the bunk—they’re really narrow—and he got his face straight between my legs.”

He remembered the feel of Jake’s mouth, hot and wet, licking his balls, then his shaft, and he had to fight the urge to close his eyes, to fully relive every detail. “Sorry,” he apologized, realizing he’d gone silent. “No one can suck a dick like another man. No offense.”

“None taken.” She had worked the dildo a little deeper, and her eyes glittered feverishly as she watched him and listened. Seth kept his fist tight on his cock, dragging it slowly down. “What next?” she asked.

“Jake’s mouth felt so good. I would have come in it, but he had other ideas. He yanked his jeans down, then knelt on the bed.”

Her gaze jumped to his face, her eyes startled. “You had sex with him?”

“I told you we’d done that.”

“I know. I just didn’t know which one of you… You know.”

“Bent over? We’ve tried it both ways. I have to be in the mood to be on the bottom, but Jake likes it either way. When he’s on the bottom, he likes it rough. He talks filthy and wants me to take him hard.” Seth’s hand worked his cock, gripping hard, his gaze on the clear dildo as Kayla plunged it in and out her pussy, her other hand tapping an excited rhythm on her clit.

“Is that what you did? Took him hard?” she asked breathlessly.

Seth nodded. “Jake came, even though neither of us had even touched his cock. He knelt on the bunk, using both hands to brace himself against the wall, but his cock started jerking. His cum shot everywhere, but I just kept going. I kept fucking and fucking him. I didn’t want it to stop.”

Remembering, Seth felt the same familiar tension in his balls, the pressure building, rising in his shaft—

He groaned and semen shot from his cock in thick hot jets. Some landed on the sheets but some reached her pussy, beading on her damp blonde curls.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God,” he rasped. And then Kayla dug her heels into the bed, her back arching off the mattress, and she cried out, his name and Jake’s. Seth flew across the bed and clamped his mouth on her pussy, flicking her clit with his tongue, tasting himself, holding the dildo inside as her fiercely spasming body tried to expel it.

Only when she finally begged him to stop did he crawl up the bed and kiss her on the mouth. “Want to hear about all the other times we did it?”

“Maybe. When I recover.”

He pulled the covers over them and drew her close. “One time he was on this dig in Egypt…”

Chapter Twelve

From his vantage point on the podium, Professor Jacob Forrester surveyed his audience, who, while laughing politely at his jokes, were growing impatient for the lecture to be over so they could be shocked and titillated by the culturally acceptable but unbelievably erotic Ma’ K’âaba exhibition. Jake didn’t mind. Since the moment he’d seen Kayla sneak into the back of the museum’s lecture hall, he had been in a hurry to bring his talk to a close.

She looked great, but Jake couldn’t help wondering what she was doing here. The arrangement had been that all three would meet for a drink later this evening, though Seth had texted to say he might not make it. Jake had briefly considered contacting Kayla and trying to rearrange, but having anticipated this reunion for so long, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

And here she was. Wrong venue and several hours early. Why? Alarm bells rang in his head even as his heart skipped in pleasure at seeing her.

“Any questions before I stop boring you with facts and let you see these spectacular pieces for yourselves?” he asked the room.

The audience for tonight’s opening consisted of invited guests and reporters. One of the reporters rose to his feet. “How do you feel about the timing of Kayla McPherson’s show?” he asked. “Do you think she’s jumping on the bandwagon?”

So far no one seemed to have recognized Kayla, and Jake was careful not to look at her.

“Not counting the excavation stage, this tour has been years in the planning,” he said easily. “Logistically, moving an exhibition like this around the world is a nightmare. I should imagine Miss McPherson’s show will have been a long time in the planning too.” He paused before adding drily, “I’m sure giant penises don’t just spring up overnight. The timing is pure coincidence.”

There was laughter before another reporter got to his feet. “Is it true that you and she spent the night together on the island? That you are the inspiration for her show and not the Mexican art?”

Jake had been expecting this question and had his answer ready. He clicked a button, and a slide appeared on the screen behind him, a close-up of one of the original murals depicting an erect cock easily two feet in length. “Yes, it is true,” he said, deadpan. “I’m the model.” When the laughter died down, he turned serious. “Miss McPherson and I did meet at Ma’ K’âaba, and we were trapped on the island by a storm. But I can assure you, considering the severe conditions we faced, coordinating our exhibitions was definitely not on our agenda.”

He then talked earnestly about deforestation, soil erosion, and the increasing occurrence of dangerous mudslides, which not only risked the lives of the indigenous people but threatened the survival of ancient wonders like the Ma’ K’âaba murals everyone had come to see. Concluding with practical information on the dates the exhibition would be in London and the opening times of the museum, he was done and able to make his way to Kayla.

She looked stunning, stylish and smart in trousers and a fitted leather jacket, but with that same open smile he remembered. He had an urge to swing her off her feet in a bear hug, but, aware they were being watched and possibly photographed, he settled for a kiss on her cheek. “Hi. I didn’t expect to see you until later.”

She smiled. “Want me to go away?”

“No, I do not. Drink?” he asked, leading her to the bar that had been set up for the opening.

They each ordered a glass of wine. “Come and sit over here, where it’s quiet,” said Jake. He indulged his need to touch her by placing a light, guiding hand on her back as they carried their wine to an empty table. He had just delivered a talk to over a hundred people, but alone with Kayla, he felt inexplicably nervous. It was bad enough that Seth had bailed on their plans. But Kayla turning up out of the blue like this made him jumpy. Was she here because she couldn’t wait to see him? Or because she had bad news and wanted to let him down gently without risk of a scene?

“Are you here alone?” he asked.

“Yes. I’d have come with Seth, but he couldn’t make it.”

Jake wasn’t sure he had heard right. “You’ve spoken to Seth?”

“Haven’t you?

He shook his head. Over the past twenty-four hours both he and Seth had either he’d been in the air or in a meeting, and they’d kept missing each other. “Not since he texted me yesterday canceling for tonight. When did you speak to him?”

“He came to my exhibition last night,” Kayla told him.

Jake felt as if he had been sucker punched. “He did what?”

“He was in town, so he came to my exhibition.”

Seth going willingly to an art exhibition? “And…?” Jake prompted, his stomach knotting. What the hell had Seth done?

She smiled enigmatically. “We had a very…satisfying evening.”

At first Jake didn’t understand her smile. Then, when he did, he swore. The word he used was obscene in a dozen languages and carried far enough to raise a few eyebrows in the room. He leaned into her. “You had sex with him?” he choked the words out.

Her smile widened. “Well, it’s not that we planned it or anything.”

Jake reeled back, shocked to the core and more hurt than he’d ever been in his life. “I thought we’d agreed to wait till we were all together.”

Kayla didn’t seem concerned that she had just reached into his chest and ripped his heart out. “Seth said you wouldn’t mind.” Her eyes danced. “Something about you sending him halfway around the island in a storm so you could seduce me.”